7.30a.m
That morning as promised Mrs. Connie Jacob boarded her dark blue Royal Enfield motorcycle. Travelling on the street to Mrs. Connie's house, pounding, harbouring the story of his meeting with Mr. President who he wanted to share with someone who was like his adoptive mother. At first glance, I imagined Najwa hugging him from behind, piggybacking him intimately. It felt like salt water was scalded in his wounded heart. His wounds that began to dry seemed to open again by the strokes of the memory. The sound of the car horn from behind returned his consciousness back to reality. While in front he saw from the window on the left side of the car so it was in the middle accompanied by maki-makian typical of Maluku people.
About eighteen minutes after the outburst of the man's anger arrived at Jacob in front of Mrs.Connie's gate.
A voice that was well known to him was heard.
BuConnie : Enter Nak Jacob, your favourite ginseng coffee has been prepared with jadoel biscuits with ginger flavour made by mbok Nah.
The gate opened automatically and Jacob drove slowly to the parking lot where he and Najwa usually ate with Mrs. Connie at the house. Standing next to the blue door, Mrs. Bonnie with a cigar in his mouth, which usually indicates that he is stressed, maybe because of the unexpected news from Jacob. His meeting with his idol Mother.
As soon as Jacob parked his motorbike, Mrs. Connie approached and hugged Jacob with erta and then kissed Jacob's forehead.
Mrs. Connie : I thought you would be chosen son
Jacob wondered in his heart what the Mother's statement meant.
Jacob : Yes ma'am, I still can't believe it either.
Mrs. Connie : let's sit down and tell a story (while calling mbokWell), Mbok take out your magic potion
Mbok Nah : yes Madam, ready Madam Connie, hihihi (while covering her mouth with one hand.
Mrs. Connie : Come on Jacob, I can't wait to hear your story (while sipping his Cuban cigars deeply)
Jacob : Good ma'am (while organising his breath first so as not to tell stories with uncontrolled enthusiasm)
Jacob also began to tell his meeting with President Soekarno in his Lucid Dream. Complete with typical Ir jokes. Soekarno. And also a story about the existence of a manuscript that he entrusted to several people so as not to be misused. Jacob told him everything, but there was one thing he had to hold back, namely Mr. The president that he must be careful with the women he is close to at this time..... Zaskia.
Bu Connie : Wow...... what an amazing story. I've been waiting for decades to experience things like you, son. But it seems that it is not my turn to accept the relay, he chooses according to the instructions of the higher Universe not based on someone's intentions but purely a gift. This time I'm jealous of you Jacob. Unlike the students who adore you, I won't be jealous. But this time I honestly admit that I'm jealous that you became the chosen one. Congrats Son, I,m so proud of you (while barking at Jacob with both hands.
Jacob: does that kind of manuscript really exist, ma'am? Or just a legend, because if there is, why is it not sought or realised. Because if that's true according to what he told you, Indonesia will become a big country with the best maritime power in the world.
Mrs. Connie: There have been several times when I have been rumours about the existence of the manuscript, but yes, it's true that you say I think it's just a myth or legend. Until this morning I heard the full story from you. Now I become convinced that the manuscript is true and real. Today will also be a team to look for it, and of course you are in that team. This is too big and valuable to just be considered a legend and only told from generation to generation without any supporting facts.
Ok, Mbok Well, take out your mainstay rib soup, we have to celebrate this discovery by eating delicious Nusantara food such as divine goddess food in puppetry, hahahahaha (while walking to the bar table and picking up red wine).
Although it is still early, but this is a very valuable and very worthy progress to be celebrated. (While pouring into three glasses of wine)
BunConnie : (Face to the chair that Najwa usually has) Thank you Najwa, thanks to you I was able to get to know this extraordinary young man. The young man who will change the world. Hahahahhaha, Cheers..... ( toast with two glasses in hand, one in Jacob's hand, then drank half of Najwa's glass and gave him half of Jacob's)
Jacob also greeted the proposal solemnly even though he was a little guilty in his heart because he was no longer with Najwa and was with Zaskia in his heart. But how else does Jadob feel like he has to move on and can't live life just with memories.
Jacob : Cheeeeerssss!!! For a more Nusantara Indonesia!!! (And emphasised one and a half glasses of that champagne in two times)
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